That is to be noble

Do you still dream of white horses...
Driven by noble souls...
when the sun comes do you smile...
Are you blessed by life...
Do my faded colors invade your world...
Is my warn hand like violence...
Do I sound like vulgarities...
We breath the same...
But I was not so blessed...
With the sun or noble dreams...
My world is struggling for breath...
And for piece of mind...
With so much heart...
That is to be noble...